Okay. A LOT of stuff has happened in the past few months, so I will try to summarize it all the best I can. Also, there will be a LOT of specific (and quite NSFW) details. If you don't want to read it all, don't read it. Jerk. >.>

--Tuesday, March 20. After some planning, I went on my first solo flight to Orlando, FL, thanks to my beloved. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't a nonstop flight, there was indeed a stop. So there I was, alone somewhere in Charlotte, NC, left with only a half-hour to get to the next gate (which was on the other side of the damn airport). I made it, in the nick of time (and out of breath), and at approximately 9:45 PM, I was safe and sound (and nervous as hell) in Orlando.

I looked around, for both the baggage claim area, and for Katie. We talked on the phone for a while as we searched for each other. The fact that it was getting late, and the stores were all closing, did not do anything to relax me. I follow the crowds, my head spinning and my heartbeat prominent.

And there she was. (Warning: mushiness ahead.)

Now, in real life, her pictures don't hold a candle to what she really looks like. When I saw her, I could feel the air sucked out of my lungs and my heart skip a beat. I'm serious. There she was, slender and elegant as a former actress should be, clad in a dark, somewhat tight shirt and equally dark jeans, with knee-high Converse, and her long, fiery hair straightened and flowing down her back. But one of her best features is her eyes. Greenish, borderline hazel, with a tinge of orange in the center, shaped like a blooming flower. Fits her well. Sweet, gentle, yet containing burning passion and emotion. A firestorm in the shape of a beautiful girl.

I approached her, dumbstruck and almost paralyzed. We were both smiling like idiots, like two love-struck teenagers should have been smiling. Her voice was airy like a whisper, just as soothing and at the time, with a hint of nervousness. We did our thing which we agreed we'd do, which is recite some seemingly random string of responses that only we know, in case we don't recognize each other (but what were the odds of that?). Then we just decided it was too long to finish and just shut up and hugged. Oh, and her mother was there.

So we found my bag (yes, only one bag, I only pack essentials), and we made some idle conversation as we made our way to Katie's car. The whole ride home, we snuggled in the backseat, hands entwined in each other's, her head on my shoulder, and our minds on cloud nine.

--10:28 PM. We were in the car, right in front of her house, while her mom was away for a short time. In retrospect, it was too short. We stared into each other's eyes for a short time. Everything else seemed so dark and faded away for a second. And for that second, we shared our first kiss. Long story short: Totally worth it.

Short story long: I knew it was going to happen. The second her mother left the car, and left us alone in the dark, barely lit car, I knew it would happen. I wanted it to happen. As soon as she left from view, almost immediately, slowly, our lips moved ever so closer. Then it happened. Our lips finally met, only barely open in an electrically charged kiss, sending a rush of warmth through the both of us. Her lips were so soft, so warm against mine. Our eyes closed as the kiss intensified, with me trying to keep up with her, drawing a brief compliment from her: "You're a natural!" Before I realized it, the two of us were making out, gripping each other in our arms, tongues slipping against each other slightly, teasing each other, much to our growing frustration as it aroused us. I surprised her (and myself) with the intensity of the make-out, considering my inexperience. Still totally worth it.

Then her mother came back, and we made our way to the hotel where I stayed for the week. The rest of my stay seemed blurred together, but here's the highlights.

--Wednesday. Universal! FRIGGIN AWESOME. Also got over my fear of roller coasters. (YES, I HAD A FEAR OF ROLLER COASTERS.)

--Thursday. Stay home, relax, and help Katie with some virtual school work. Also played some Super Mario Galaxy together. To my surprise, it has some co-op element which is...unusual for a Mario game.

--Friday. More Universal, with Daisy, aka ~PriincessDaiisyGiirl. Really good company, random, funny and unpredictable.

--Saturday. Relaxing and snuggling. Fine by me. ^^

--Sunday. Double date with Katie's friends, Kevin and Makenzie, aka ~ninjazombiecupcake. Also good company, if even more spontaneous. Watched The Hunger Games together. We were both intrigued and appalled at the same time by the plot, but nonetheless, we enjoyed it.

--Monday. More chillin', more Mario. That game is epic. We also used Cheez-Its for gamer-fuel. Hell yeah.

--Tuesday. Katie's lifeguard training for Wet N Wild was only a day away, so we went to the YMCA to train her, while getting a good workout for myself. The 50-yard swim was incredibly rigorous, but she pulled it off, much to my concern and amazement. That night...well...*ahem*...

We arrived at my hotel room to drop me off for the night, like we always did back then. That night, however, was different. Lucky for us, her mother left us for an hour, along with a pizza. (Yeah, like the pizza would be getting any attention.) Almost immediately, Katie asked for me to go to the bathroom. Reluctant and confused, I complied. And waited. When I was allowed back, she surprised me yet again. Seductively posed, wearing a leopard-print robe, concealing most of her body.

And there I was, staring dumbly, wondering how in the world I got this girl.

I smirked slightly, approaching her, drawing a welcoming, playful yet nowhere-near-innocent purr from my lover. The robe opened, revealing a leopard-print corset and cherry-print underwear. In the beginning of our little "excursion", we haven't even bothered to take those off. It somehow made it hotter, in my opinion. I licked and sucked her exposed clit, flicking it rapidly with my tongue, drawing out moans and whimpers from her quivering body. The treatment tortured her ever so gently, pleasing her and frustrating her at the same time. She begged to be relieved, begged to be filled. A few minutes of teasing later, we simply couldn't restrain ourselves. I tried to make it as romantic as I could, considering it was our first time together. Not to mention...well...MY first time. Her clothes were only pulled aside as I began. Slow, consistent, gentle...and to her pleasure and my pride, deep. Her burning body heat, her moistness dripping onto the bed, her firm tight grip surrounding me, every bit of her only added to my own pleasure. Her legs were resting against my shoulders as I went on. The whole time, we felt like we were not on Earth anymore, someplace where it was simply the two of us together, closing the gap between ourselves, being closer than most couples ever hope to be. We panted, we stared into each other's eyes, we kissed deeply as we went on. She urged me on between her staggered breaths. Pleading for more. The fiery flower in her eyes seemed to flicker to me, aglow with the emotion we shared.

Then she took control for a while. To those of you reading this part, you have no idea what exactly that entails, and will most likely never know. She is an ANIMAL. Like...seriously. Holy shit. o.o; At her request, she climbed on top, guided me in as much as she could and rode me hard. In fact, a bit too hard. (I almost feel bad for the bed.) It was rough, yet...all the more exciting, with her on me like that, moaning and squealing in lustful bliss and gripping me ever so tightly, hips slamming against hips, nails digging into each other as we got lost in sexual rapture. Mercy had no meaning for the night.

Time seemed to drag on, yet it sped as it intensified, and it suddenly ended with an intense climax. We wound down, and she slid off and collapsed next to me. I had no idea how much time had passed. 45 minutes? All I know is we ended right before her mother announced her arrival. We just laid there, in disbelief of what just happened, and in complete, utter bliss. But before she left, we had a little trade. In exchange for my favorite navy-blue shirt...I kept her corset. ;3

We got clothed, gave each other a good night kiss, and she left. While I simply laid on the (*ahem* slightly stained) black satin sheets, happily tired and satisfied, to a degree.

--Wednesday morning. Almost time for me to go. We went out for breakfast, dreading the time my flight departs. Then came the time for her training. I pep-talked her and tried my best to increase her confidence. Though, job or no job, the fact that she tried her best still made me very proud of her. Still does. Our time then came to a close. With a kiss goodbye, we went our separate ways. Strange, though. It was like Orlando was home and NJ was away from home. The whole trip home, and even now, I feel like something's missing. That afternoon, I got news that she passed her swim test and got the job. I immediately felt a sense of pride, joy, and terrible yearning.

I hope to return there very soon, though my poorness and lack of a decent job (Screw you too, cheap supermarket corporation) REALLY irritates me. Even now, I can hear her in the depths of my mind, her airy voice like a looming haze of sound filling my head. We both need each other. I love Katie.